Jeana melted in my arms, and tried to devour me. As soon as I came up for air, she immediately tried to reach behind her and unzip her dress. I stopped her, taking her hands in mine and whispering, “No, let me.” She simply nodded agreement.
I decided to heighten her anticipation by moving slowly. First I removed my suit coat and tossed that aside, and then I undid my tie and the top button to my dress shirt. The tie joined the jacket. I kicked off my shoes. Next I moved back to her, but kept her facing forward as I sidled around to her back. My lips began nibbling on her neck, as my fingers undid the zipper to her dress. I could hear her gasp as I slowly unzipped the dress, and then pushed it down her body. She was now standing before me in a lacy strapless bra, matching panties, and sheer pantyhose, along with her high heels.
“You are so beautiful!” I whispered. I continued nibbling her neck as I undid the clasp on her bra, which dropped to the floor. I then kept kissing and licking as I moved back around to her front. Jeana’s chest was heaving, which did some amazing things to her tits, so I spent a little time on them, leaning down to suck her nipples. Then I knelt at her feet. I could smell her desire through the hose and panties. Still, first steps, first. She had been wearing ankle strapped stilettos. If she had been wearing stockings, and not hose, I would have left them on, but I was going for full nudity this evening. Jeana had to balance on one foot and her hands on my shoulders as I lifted her feet and undid her shoes. Then I slowly peeled her pantyhose off, and finally pulled her lace panties down.
Jeana had a trim dark bush, cut closely in a small triangle pattern. Shaving didn’t start becoming popular until the Eighties, when bikinis took a wonderful turn for the smaller. I didn’t mind. Rather than stand, I simply moved closer and kissed her, right on her mons. Jeana almost jumped. I held her hips with my hands and decided to let my tongue burrow in for the winter.
Jeana shrieked happily. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” It was involuntary — her hands went to the back of my head and pulled me closer just as her hips pushed forward. She tried to smother me with her pussy, which would make for a fascinating autopsy report. I kept her under control, and after she had squealed her way to an orgasm, I stopped and pulled away. She looked down at me with a dazed look. “Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!”
I stood up. God I loved being sixteen again! I didn’t need to grab something to help me climb to my feet! I maneuvered her over to the bed and she lay down on it and moved to the center. I lay down next to her and whispered, “Your turn. I think I’m overdressed.”
Jeana nodded mutely and unbuttoned my shirt. She didn’t rush through it, but didn’t take her time about it either. That was fine by me, since I didn’t want to wait any longer than I had to. This time, when she got to my pants, she had no hesitation about pulling them and my briefs and even my socks off. I stretched out naked beside her. She needed just a little more priming, so I put my lips to her tits and a hand to her pussy. She was drenched. After a minute of finger fucking, I said, “Last chance to say no,” and gave her nipple another lick.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
I grinned at her and rose up. Jeana spread her legs apart and I knelt between them. I didn’t know if this would hurt her or not, but I knew it would be tight. Some girls bust their hymens through routine activities growing up, and some don’t. Marilyn still had her cherry when we first made love, and I know I should have been gentler. I hoped I had succeeded with Jeana. I let myself down slowly, holding my upper body on my left arm, while I used my right hand to position my cock head in her slit. The head slipped in easily enough. Oh well, no guts, no glory. I pushed in slowly and smoothly, and didn’t stop until I had bottomed out.
I slipped in without any difficulties or obstructions. Jeana didn’t start crying or beg me to stop. It felt wonderfully tight and hot and juicy. Jeana may have been a maiden, but she certainly was lacking a maidenhead. She simply gasped happily and threw her arms around my neck. All she had to say was, “Don’t stop!”
Okay, that sounded like a really good idea. A really, really good idea! I don’t think I could have stopped even if her parents and the Pope had walked in the door! I had to move slowly, not so much for Jeana’s sake as for mine. I was just a few pumps away from exploding. I slowly pulled out, eliciting another cry of “Don’t stop!” from Jeana, and then I slowly pushed back in, earning me another squeal of delight. Jeana very quickly understood the rhythm and began pushing her hips up as I was pushing down, trying to suck me inside, ever deeper. She began shaking as I pumped into her, and squealing, and I lost it. One final thrust forward and my balls erupted. I lay on her, my breath panting, as my hips churned forward and my cock pumped a heavy load into her. Jeana kept pumping her hips the entire time.
After a couple of minutes, Jeana’s arms went limp around my neck and I roused myself enough to lift up and look down at her. I’m not sure whether to expect happiness or dismay (“Is that all there is?”) She looked angelic there, her dark hair spread out in a halo, a sheen of sweat to her entire body, a happy look on her face. “Oh, Carl, I love you!” she whispered.
“I love you, too.” I rolled off her and Jeana rolled with me, to lie on my side. She put her head on my chest. “Are you, I mean, are you okay?”
She looked up at me. “Huh?”
I cleared my throat. “Are you alright? Do you hurt?”
She gave me a very curious look. “No, I feel great. Am I supposed to hurt? I don’t understand.”
I probably rolled my eyes, but I simply smiled. “No, it’s just that the first time with girls can sometimes hurt. I would never want to hurt you, but it can happen.”
“Still not following you,” she said with a smile.
I groaned and sat upright. “It’s just, well… Quick biology lesson. Girls have a small piece of tissue, sort of like a flap of skin, in their vagina. It gets in the way of, well, you can guess what it gets in the way of. Anyways, the first time they make love, it will end up being torn, and can be a little painful.”
She smiled. “Nope, no pain.”
“With some girls, especially athletic girls or if they’ve had an accident, it can break all on its own.”
“I fell on my bicycle a few years ago. That hurt a lot, and I had some bleeding, but I thought it was because I fell,” she admitted.
“That was probably it.”
“So, no problems then. When can we make love again?” She looked directly at my slimy cock, and I started to stiffen.
“Give me a few minutes. This time I want to make it better for you.”
Jeana gasped. “It gets better.”
God, I loved being sixteen again! “Oh, baby, it gets so much better!”
We made love twice more that night, and each time I took my time, touching her all over and slowly pumping her. Jeana discovered the wonders of the multiple orgasm, and I learned just how much of a screamer she really was. I just hoped the neighbors didn’t come to check us out! We ended at half past midnight, although neither of us wanted to stop. However, we needed to clean up and get her home. We both took quick showers, and Jeana redressed. I put my suit back on, though I left off my tie (just in case her parents were still awake, they wouldn’t be clued in by my coming back in different clothing.) I put my trench coat back on. I drove her home and walked her to the door. It was just after one o’clock, which her parents had agreed to as an extended curfew.
I kissed her thoroughly. “When can I see you again?”
“Monday in school.”
“Let me be more specific. When can we do this again? I think they might have a problem with that at school,” I replied.